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Brownies For Breakfast	By : Sugarholics Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 1623 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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Chapter Nine: Cornhusk, Carriages, and Classes Commence

DISCLAIMER: You know Harry Potter and his friends and teachers and the whole world that he exists in? Yeah, they aren't ours, and more's the pity. They belong to the utterly brilliant mind of J.K. Rowling-the lucky gal! We will return everybody and everything in a mostly recognizable state when we're done playing! We promise!

Cass here! If you don't know by now that Cass is Renee (me!!!) and Lex is Sarah; you haven't been paying much attention have you?

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***Sunday Evening***
"Come on!" Harry said, pulling open the door to the last Thestral-drawn carriage and holding it as Ginny and Hermione scrambled into one side and Stefan and Ron hurried into the other. "It's the last one." As the coach lurched into motion, Draco Malfoy wrenched open the door and climbed in, flopping into the seat beside Ginny and Hermione as the coach gained speed.
"Are you all right, Malfoy?" Hermione asked after a moment, the blonde boy's face still in a very pissed off scowl.
"I hope to whatever deities there are that she is not a teacher here this year," Draco snapped, running his fingers through his hair and sighing. "I ran into a spot of trouble loading the firsties and transfer into the boats."
"I remember first year," Harry said fondly, his leg swinging to thump against the bottom of the seat as he thought back six years. "I was so terrified thump when I first came here. thump I was afraid that I was dreaming thump and that I'd wake up in the thump Dursley's again and that I was just me and thump none of it was real." The thought angered him and he slammed his foot back a little harder than before.
"Ow," a whispered voice muttered. Someone snickered on the other side of the carriage and Harry looked over at the already-studying Hermione and the daydreaming Ginny.
"Gin, was that you?" Harry asked, smirking slightly when Draco had to wave a hand in front of her face to get her attention.
"Huh?" she asked, focusing back in reality. "What's up?"
"Was that you laughing?" Ron asked his lala landia visiting sister.
"Might have been. Kinda tired, sorry," Ginny said sheepishly with a shrug as she flushed for some reason.
"Right..." Harry said resuming kicking the seat, his thoughts wandering. As Hermione turned the page in her book, she sniffed and sighed; ignoring her companions.

They traveled for a moment or two without anyone speaking; the only sounds the steady thump of Harry's foot against the seat bottom and the rickety clatter of the carriage itself. Harry thought he saw a large black dog bound into the forest upon seeing the coach and his thoughts immediately turned to the bitter past. 'Sirius,' he thought with a scowl, his foot now harshly kicking the seat.
"Fucking ow, man! Quit!" a hand grabbed Harry's ankle and stilled it mid-air before it could come down again and inflict more pain. Wands were drawn in every hand but Hermione's, who only kept reading calmly. Uproaring laughter came from beneath the seat where Hermione still sat.
"Show yourself, both of you," Draco demanded, his arm falling to his side as Renee's head peeked out from behind Harry's leg, her hand still grasping his ankle. Sarah popped her head out still giggling madly.
"I wondered how long you two would stay under there," Hermione said offhandedly, turning another page in her book.
"Thanks for all the help," Renee sighed, shifting her bruised self out from under the seat and stood, her hands on her hips as Sarah chuckled as she rose to sit in between Ginny and Draco.
"Any time," Hermione said, pausing to smirk briefly over the top of her book as Sarah started laughing again.

The coach rocked violently as Renee rolled her eyes and went to sit beside Stefan. Unfortunately, the sudden movement threw her off and she fell into the lap of the brunette. "Uh..." Renee flushed as Stefan arched an eyebrow in an expression eerily similar to that of his sire, with a glare just as fierce. "Oops?"
"What a verbose response," he frowned at her, removing his hands from her waist where they had reflexively landed when she plopped down atop him. "Oops?" he mimicked her apologetic tone and grinned as she picked herself up off the floor of the carriage again, this time carefully sitting beside him and scooting as far away as possible to sit pressed against the wall of the coach.
"Oops my ass," Renee muttered under her breath, glaring as Sarah continued to cackle merrily. "And you shut up. Recall that when I have bad luck, you're is though not as frequent, often worse than mine," she said darkly. When Sarah continued to laugh and Draco cleared his throat as he tried not to laugh, tapped her fingers atop her arm as they were currently crossed over her chest. "Locking charm," she said, her mood improving as Sarah abruptly fell silent and looked over at Draco. Draco had also looked over at her and for one comical moment they looked at one another then flushed in unision; both turning the other direction and flushing even more.
"Did I miss something?" Stefan asked as the carriage fell silent again, watching as both Sarah and Draco attemtped to glance at one another from the corner of their eye.
"They've both seen one another naked," Ginny grinned, laughing when both parties sputtered in objection. "Apparently, neither of them recall to cast locking charms when they go to bathe."
Stefan gave a snort of laughter, shaking his head at the odd people he was traveling with.

"Why don't we talk about something else?" Sarah suggested, happy when Ginny's laughter subsided.
"Like what?" Harry asked, still slightly confused as to why Sarah and Renee hadn't taken one of the boats with the rest of the first years and transfers students.
"Something pleasent," Hermione added her input as she marked her place in her book with a tassled plastic bookmark of two glittery stars and closed the volume, setting it on the floor in front of her.
"Like what?" Ron asked as he twirled his wand in one hand out of boredom.
"Tooth decay," Renee suggested, still grumbling incoherently under her breath every now and again. "Or being comatose."
"Aren't you cheerful?" Ron smirked, digging in his pockets for some of the sugar-filled snacks from earlier.
"Always," Renee said with a saccrine smile that looked painful.
"You keep telling yourself that," Stefan said, smirking when she only looked away from him, staring out the window at the passing scenery instead.
"Anyway," Harry broke in before Stefan and Renee could start bickering again. "Why aren't you two in the boats with the rest of the transfer students and the first years? I mean, Professor Snape told Stefan to take the carriage with us for some reason; but why did you two hide in here?"
"Siblings," Sarah and Renee said in unision.
"I wouldn't put it past my sister to get over-excited and tip a dinky little rowboat like that over. I'd rather not start the school year dripping and with algae in my hair," Sarah said, imagining the embarassment and shuddering.
"And me? I'd rather avoid my siblings until we know what house they're in," Renee was starting to fall asleep with the movements of the carriage. "I love my brothers, but being in the same boat as them is not a task I would ever want to attempt."
"Why, would they tip the boat?" Ron asked after swallowing a mouthful of another Chocolate Frog he had found in his pocket.
"No, but I wouldn't put it past them to start fighting and jump from boat to boat chasing one another," Renee sighed, leaning out the window as the lake briefly flickered into view, the dimming light of the already set sun making a liquid black mirror. "Hey, speaking of! I can see the boats!" Renee exclaimed, irritated as she was mushed into the window frame by a mass of bodies that scrambled to see them as well. The coach gave a sickening lurch toward the narrow edge of the road they were traveling, causing the females to give a slight yell of fear and everyone leapt back to their seats; the carriage wobbling more than what was comfortable for another stomach-churning moment.
"Let's not do that again," Hermione said, her white-knuckled fingers gripping the seat where she had remained seated. A few shaky agreements were given before the entire company burst out laughing.
"I thought we were going to tip over, or the door was going to open and I'd be the only one to fall out," Renee admitted once the laughter had died down.
"We could only be so lucky," Stefan scowled.
"Asshole," Renee retorted, ignoring him once more.
"Thank you," the irritated young man gave her a sarcastic smile and looked away.

"You're more annoying than that one guy," Renee snapped, tapping her foot in the air for lack of anything better to do.
"Which 'one guy' Tigris. That phrase is a bit too vauge for everyone else to know," Draco drawled.
"Cornhusk," Renee said, looking to Sarah and frowning.
"I know who you mean!" Sarah sat up straight to think. "Corncob....what's-his-name."
"Who?" Harry asked, unsure of who they meant.
"Uh, Corny Foreplay or something like that," Renee said, glaring over at Stefan when he snorted in laughter. "Well, I'm trying to remember his name and it was something like that," she snapped.
"Cornicopia....Cornmeal...Cornhusk...Corn...uh...Cornball..." Sarah also struggled to remember the name of the irritating man from eariler.
"Calvin? No, that's not it. Arg, what is his name?" Renee scowled, her foot tapping faster in midair as she struggled to recall the man's name.
"Cornhusk sounds almost right," Sarah said as they leaned towards one another.
"Cornhusk...Fudgepop? Forklift? Fatass? No, I would have remembered that. Umm...Fudgebottom? No, no parent is that cruel," Renee sighed as she and Sarah looked at one another.
"Cornhusk Fudgeripple?" Sarah's suggestion had Renee smiling and shaking her head.
"Still not quite right," Renee sighed.
"Who are you two talking about?" Stefan demanded, utterly confused at the names they were throwing out were getting odder and odder.
"The head wizard dude that we met," Renee sighed, still wracking her brains.
"You know, the Priest of Poof," Sarah said, trying to recall his actual title, not the nickname they had given him on the elevator ride out.
"The Mister of Magic guy," Renee scowled.
"Do you mean the Minister of Magic?" Hermione asked after a moment of thoughtful silence.
"Yes!" both girls agreed instantly.
"Cornelius Fudge is the Minister of Magic," Draco said, rolling his eyes at the American's ignorance of those in power in the area.
"I knew it wasn't Cornhusk," Renee said happily, leaning back and slouching again.
"Well, we were close," Sarah shrugged, leaning back as well.
"Corny Foreplay?" Stefan asked with a smirk.
"What?" Renee shrugged with a grin. "I was trying to remember the dude's name."
"Weirdo," Stefan shook his head.
"Your ignorance of politics is utterly astounding," Draco scowled.
"Ignorance of politics? Look who's talking blondie!" Renee pushed her glasses farther up her nose as she frowned at Draco.
"How do you mean, Tigris?" the aristocrat inquired.
"Who is the current president and vice-president of the United States?" Sarah asked, beaming in victory as Draco's face went blank in confusion.
"How am I supposed to know?" he demanded after a moment, crossing his arms and huffing in irritation as Sarah and Renee hi-fived one another and chuckled.
"It's just a matter of perspective," Hermione said to the annoyed blonde. "And they are George W. Bush and Dick Chaney."
"Go Hermione," Sarah grinned.
"And now for the Double Jeopardy question," Stefan mumbled quietly.
"What's that?" Ron asked as he retied his shoe. The American trio spent the rest of the carriage ride explaining the wonders of Alex Trebek, Pat Sajak, and Vanna White to their Brit friends.
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All the first years and transfer students crowded around a massive oak door, taller than the beared behemoth that soared over everyone. "Get lost much?" a stocky redheaded boy asked as Sarah, Stefan and Renee hurried up with Draco and Hermione.
"Fuck off, Lucky," Sarah and Renee snapped in unison, both hugging their friend hello as the massive man pounded the door three times. The door opened immediately and Professor McGonagall stood waiting, her severe expression causing some recoil in the new pupils.
"Here they are," Hagrid said, stepping to the side as Professor McGonagall stepped forward.

"Thank you, Hagrid," she said, nodding as the enormous induvidual toddled off. "Follow," she commanded, leading them across stone floors and past a staircase into a small empty room off of the main hall.

"Where are we?" Renee whispered to Sarah as they watched Draco and Hermione hurry up the stairs and disappear. Sarah shrugged and opened her mouth to reply.

"Miss Tigris, Miss Pishon, Mr. Tobias; if you would be good enough to join us," Professor McGonagall said sternly.

"Yes ma'am," the trio mumbled, Sarah and Stefan tossing glares to Renee as they hurried into the room. The room's occupants, save McGonagall, winced in unison as the door slammed shut behind the three latecomers.

"Now then," McGonagall began, waiting until Sarah, Renee and Stefan had melted into the crowd and all had their attention on her. "Welcome, all of you, to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry," she said. "The start-of-term banquet will begin shortly, but before you take your seats with the rest of the student body in the Great Hall, you will be sorted into your houses. The Sorting Ceremony is very important because, while you are here, your House will be akin to family within Hogwarts. You will have classes with the rest of your house, sleep in your house dormitory, and spend free time in your own house common room." Sarah and Renee exchanged a glance between them that spoke of them both doubting that last bit, but only grinned and said nothing aloud.

"The four houses of Hogwarts are: Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Each house has its own noble history and each has produced outstanding witches and wizards. None is better than another and some may take care to recall that throughout the year and the duration of your education at Hogwarts." McGonagall's glare swept the room and with only that glance silenced the multiple whisperings that had sprung up. "While you are here at Hogwarts, your accomplishments will earn your house points whilest any rule breaking or misconduct will lose house points. At the end of the school year the house with the most points is awarded the House Cup, a great honor indeed. I truly hope each and every one of you will be a credit to whichever house becomes yours.

"The Sorting Ceremony will take place in a few minutes in front of the rest of the school. I suggest you all smarten yourselves up as much as you can whilest you wait." She swept out of the room as some minor shuffling commenced as several people adjusted themselves as needed.

"Lex, do I look okay?" Renee asked, brushing again at the dust that had eariler accumulated from being dragged across the ground of Platform Nine and Three-Quarters.

"You couldn't look any worse," Stefan scowled at her as the redhead from eariler pushed his way through the crowd to Renee.

"Who the fuck are you and why are you talking to my Nae-Nae?" Lucky asked, throwing his arm over Renee's shoulder and drawing her close. "And why should anyone care what you have to say?" Stefan fumed as Sarah and Renee both chuckled.

"Lucky, hon, play nice," Renee smiled, wrapping her arm about his waist to give him a one-armed hug.

"Why?" he pouted but relented, smirking as a dirty blonde head wove through the crowd.

"As if I-" the rest of Stefan's snarky comment was cut off as a blonde bullet shot from the crowd to Sarah.

"Sarahsarahsarahsarahsarahsarahsarahsarahsarahsarah!" Sean was hugging her tightly. "I've missed you!" the boy exclaimed.

"You just saw me not too long ago, Sean Micheal," Sarah said, her ribs slightly mashed as he hugged her again. "And I can't breathe."

"Sorry Sarah!" Sean Micheal beamed up at her and hugged her again, not so tightly this time. "Oh wait, you have something on your face," Sean said, releasing her and looking at her face curiously.

"No, she doesn't," Renee argued, letting go of Lucky to look at Sarah's face.

"Yes she does," he insisted. "Right there!" he said, giving her a quick kiss on the lips and dashing away as Professor McGonagall came back into the room.

"Uh, wha?" Sarah said, wiping her mouth off as they were lead out of the room.

The group was lead into the Great Hall, where the mumbling of the students fell silent as the first years and transfer students came in. "Stay here," McGonagall said quietly, continuing up the steps to just in front of the table where all the teachers sat. "You will each be sorted into your house by the Sorting Hat," Professor McGonagall explained to them as she picked up an old battered hat from atop a stool. "The transfer students will be sorted speratedly from the first years, so please separate yourselves now." As the transfers stepped back as one from the first years; Professor McGonagall unfurled her first scroll. Sarah tried hard to pay attention to the initial sorting of the students but failed as Renee's current discussion with her took most of her concentration.

'I wonder who the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher will be,' Renee scrawled in in a small pocket notebook and had passed it to Sarah.

"Maybe Prof. Snape will have the job this year like he wants,' Sarah wrote in response.

"Probably not with his luck running as it has lately!' Renee wrote back, drawing an angry face with a large nose beside her comment.

'LOL,' Sarah scrawled. 'Seriously, though,' Sarah said as McGonagall hit the t's in sorting. 'Who is going to be the DADA teach?' Sarah smirked at the zany doodle.

Their written conversation was ended abruptly as the door to the Great Hall burst open. "Sorry I'm late!" a bubbly female voice chirped, motioning with her hands for the small remaining crowd of yet-to-be-Sorted to part. The woman walked up the center of the divide, pausing and frowning when she saw Sarah, Renee and Lucky. "It seems that your little driverless thingies all left without me," the blonde tittered as she turned from them sharply and continued walking, ignoring McGonagall as she walked past the stool and headed straight for Headmaster Dumbledore.

"My apologies, Professor Argot," the Headmaster said, standing from his chair as the woman stopped in front of the Head Table.

"Water under the bridge, my dear Headmaster," she grinned, turning to face Professor McGonagall. "Hello, Miss McDonald," she said, turning her sugar-sweet smile towards the scowling Deputy Headmistress.

"It is Deputy Headmistress McGonagall, Professor Argot," the Scotswoman bit out between clenched teeth.

"Of course it is," Argot said, smiling at her again with the tone one would use with an utter moron.

"If we could proceed, Headmaster?" McGonagall said tightly, holding the second scroll in her hand.

"Don't stop on my account," Argot smiled, easing one shapely hip onto the tabletop and crossing her legs above the knee.

"Perhaps you could sit on the other side of the table," McGonagall said, her gaze raking up and down the scantily clad woman that was to be a professor.

"What a wonderful idea, Professor M-" Ameila Argot stumbled over her words as the Deputy Headmistress glared at her coldly enough to freeze water at twenty paces. "Ma'am," she finished lamely, hopping off the table as if it were a bar stool before sauntering around it to plop down next to Professor Snape, attempting to engage him in conversation.

"When your name is called, sit on the stool and your House will be announced," McGonagall's voice rang through the silent hall. "Argot, Amanda," was the first to be called, the eleven year old girl prancing up to the stool and plopping down, a near carbon-copy of her mother.

"Hufflepuff," the hat announced after a moment of deliberation. The girl beamed and tossed the hat back to McGonagall, pausing at the second step down to look back at the frowning professor.

"Where?" she asked, beaming as her mother had continued clapping long after others had stopped. She was pointed in the right direction and McGonagall rolled her eyes as she held the scroll up to read the next name.

"Derrick, Anastasia," was called and announced as the newest Ravenclaw after a full minute of debate. 'Farwood, Rose' became a Slytherin after only a few seconds, with 'Oak, Willimena' the second Ravenclaw. The next two were Hufflepuffs; 'Lang, Winston' and 'Palton, Jake'. "O'Brien, Bryon!" was called next and the youngest of the three boys stepped forward quickly, stumbling over the steps in his hurry. Renee stepped forward reflexively as her sibling picked himself up off the steps and jammed the hat onto his head, neglecting to sit down as he flushed greatly.

"Ravenclaw!" the Sorting Hat declared and the boy beamed, flashing a grin back to his siblings as he hurried to down the stairs after handing the hat back to McGonagall.

"O'Brien, Sean Michael," Professor McGonagall said, smiling slightly in response when Sean shot her a grin.

"Thank you, Professor," he said, sitting on the stool and tipping the hat rakishly as he made eye contact with several females about the room.

"Slytherin, Slytherin, Slytherin!" the Hat said, sighing slightly as it was removed from Sean's head. Sarah and Renee thought they heard the hat say 'and my the gods help them' from the hat, but couldn't be sure.

"O'Brein, William!" McGonagall called, handing the hat to the towering brunette.

"Hufflepuff!" the hat said after several seconds. William-better known as Brooklyn unless he was in some serious trouble with his mother or sister-made it all the way down the stairs and halfway to his table before he realized he still wore the Sorting Hat.

"Pishon, Abigail," McGonagall called and Sarah's sister shot a glance to her before climbing the stairs to don the hat.

"Gryffindor!" the Hat shouted, much to the delight of Harry and his friends. She was warmly welcomed between Harry and Ginny.

"Pishon, Sarah," McGonagall called next, much to the distress of her Sponsered.

"Oh boy," Sarah whispered to herself. "Thank you Professor," she said aloud as she was handed the tattered hat. Again, for the millionth time in the past few minutes she found herself praying to hear Gryffindor, or any house but one as she climbed the steps and took the hat from McGonagall. �Everything�s going to be fine,� Sarah whispered to herself. 'The Hat will put Renee in Gryffndor, so that�s where I�ll go. As long as I�m in Gryffndor or Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff everything will be fine. As long as I�m not in the same house as Draco, I�m dandy. Please not Slytherin,' she thought once more as she raised the hat. 'Anything but-

"Slytherin!" the hat announced an instant after she pulled it on.

"What?!" Sarah objected, yanking the hat off her head in one hand.

"Go join your house, Miss Pishon," McGonagall instructed firmly, prying the hat from the pissed-off girl's hand. Sarah stalked down the stairs and glared at Draco, seating herself next to him just to wipe that better-than-thou grin from his face.

"Why hello again," Blaise Zabini purred as he switched seats to be beside her.

'Oh gods above!' Sarah mentally groaned. 'Rune, Alexander' became a Ravenclaw just before a set of redheaded twins went. 'Solarte, Jack' became a Gryffindor while his sister, 'Solarte, Jade' was the next Slytherin.

"Tigris, Renee," Professor McGonagall said, rolling up the scroll as Renee stepped up and sat down on the stool with slight difficulty as she stepped on the edge of her cloak.

"Thank you, Professor McGonagall," she said quietly, pulling the hat on. �I feel like a dork,� Renee thought to herself as she felt all the eyes on her.

�Well then, what is this I see? A witch unsure of what to be. Stubborn and loyal, brave and true. I know what I could do with you.� The Sorting Hat�s voice echoed slightly in her head. A little unnerved, Renee scowled and tapped her foot, waiting for the Hat to continue. �And yet there is part of you that you hide, they cannot see the real you inside. You could lie and cheat your way in. Perhaps you belong in Slytherin? But still you are loyal, brave, the protective one; after all, Slytherins can�t have all the fun. This year is certainly not to be a bore. Especially with you in-' �Gryffindor!� the Sorting Hat called out for the Great Hall to hear.

The Gryffndors let out a cheer, Hermione, Ron and Harry standing and clapping fiercely. Renee smiled slightly and hopped off the stool, handing the Hat to Professor McGonagall. �Well done, Miss Tigris, well done,� McGonagall whispered as she took the hat

"Tobias, Stefan," McGonagall called, Professor Snape's gaze locked on his offspring as he climbed the steps. When the Hat announced 'Gryffindor', the surly Professor nearly toppled from his chair. His years of spying didn't condition him from utter and complete shock such as this. "Go and join your house, Mr. Tobias," McGonagall said, taking the hat from him and dragging the stool with her as she went around the Head Table to sit beside Headmaster Dumbledore. The Golden Trio was still clapping as Stefan joined them, shooting frequent glances to his father, who seemed to have lost his appetite.

"Now then, before we begin the feast and school year, I've a few announcements," the Headmaster said as he stood from his chair. "The Forbbiden Forest is just that: forbidden! I ask you all to recall this at all times. Also, with the international expansion of our roster there will be another set of tables added to the Great Hall." As he spoke tables appeared stretching on either side of the doors to the Hall along the back wall, unadorned and with the Hogwarts seal fluttering on the banners above. "These tables are for those not content to allow a name to separate them and those wanting to form friendships and alliances outside of their House." Many looked confused at the odd wordings of the Headmaster. "Prefects are all to assist our new friends," he continued. �Mr. Malfoy, Miss Granger, as you two are Head Boy and Girl, I shall make it your responsibility to make sure our new students have no trouble familiarizing themselves with Hogwarts,� the Headmaster said. Both nodded in response. "And with nothing else to announce, I say this: enjoy!" With a flourish of his arms, the plates appeared, much to the delight of the first years and transfer students.

"Well then, I'm going to say hi to my Slytheranic friend," Renee said,standing from the table. Whispers scurried though the Great Hall as Renee began her walk to the Slytherin table, not stopping until she was next to Draco.

�Hello Wombat,� Renee said with a bright grin.

�Tigris,� Draco said tightly, scowling at both of them. �Pishon,� her nodded in greeting to Sarah as he finally acknowledged her.

�Draco,� Sarah smiled. �And how are you today?�

�I was much better a few minutes ago,� Draco said quietly.

"Whatever, Draco, you should be so lucky as to be blessed with our combined presence," Renee said, stealing a bit of his tart as it was half-way to his mouth. As Draco twitched in annoyance Renee beamed. "See you after dinner, Lex?"
"Of course, Cass," Sarah smiled.
"Lovely," she responded. Renee waved goodbye and wandered back over to the Gryffndor table.

Renee made it quickly back to the table and sat beside Hermione and the Irish boy from the train. "Seamus, right?" Renee asked.

"Correct," he beamed, passing her the plate of mashed potatoes. "Care to study with me?"

"Uh..." Renee flushed slightly and kicked Hermione under the table.

�So, Sarah has settled into Slytherin mighty quickly,� Hermione smiled at Renee and looked back to the Slytherin table as Sarah�s laughter was heard. She turned and said something to Draco which made Blaise laugh.

�Yeah, trust Lex to find some dude within thirty seconds of encountering an uncomfortable situation,� Renee said grimly, sipping at pumpkin juice, ignoring the hand that Seamus had laid on hers, pulling her hand away.

�You know Blaise is the biggest flirt in all of Hogwarts, right?� Ginny said as she passed the rolls.

�Was,� Renee corrected as she wished her pumpkin juice was Vodka.

�What do you mean?� asked Ron. Renee sighed and set down her now empty goblet, still wishing for an inebriated state. Eyes widening slightly as the goblet refilled itself, she shook her head before continuing.

�Lex can be a bit�No, a lot of a flirt,� Renee said carefully.

�And? What�s wrong with being a flirt?� Ginny asked.

�It�s gotten her into trouble a time or two�or six or every single time that I can recall,� Renee said trailing off again, snatching her goblet back up.

�Okay. Do you think it will get her into trouble here?� Harry asked.

Renee smiled and shook her head no. �Not at all, Harry. As a matter of fact, I worry more about the Italian there than I do Lex. She had a bad habit of handing people�s hearts back broken. She�s not one for most emotional attachments,� Renee shrugged. �Besides, I refuse to think that this could get any worse then it already is.�

�Then her and Zabini should be fine. The most emotional attachment he usually has in a relationship is bothering to learn the girl�s name before he breaks up with her,� Ginny snorted.

�And you would know this how?� Ron demanded darkly.

�I�m a gossip, my Ickle Ronniekins. It�s my job to know,� Ginny grinned, fluttering her eyelashes at him and winking at Renee.

�That had better be the only way you know,� Ron scowled. Ginny rolled her eyes but did not respond.

�Did you get your timetable yet?� Hermione asked, quickly changing the subject.

Renee shook her head no and glanced up at the Head Table. �No. I wonder what year we�ll be shoved with,� Renee said as she noticed Professor Snape. He had stood from the Head Table and was heading for her and Stefan, Professor McGonagall doing the same with Sarah.

�Miss Tigris,� he said sharply as he came up behind her. "Mr. Tobias."

�Professor Snape, how wonderful to see you again,� Renee said, lazily turning around to face him, but not standing.

Professor Snape scowled and seemed to fight with himself for a moment before he spoke. �You two will report to the Headmaster�s office directly after dinner. Do I make myself clear?�

�Transparently, Professor. Anything else?� Renee said neutrally.

�Miss Granger, you will escort Miss Tigris and Mr. Tobias there,� he said, not waiting for a reply and whirling about to return to the Head Table in a stir of robes.

�Do I make myself clear?� Renee mocked, smiling at him challengingly as he stabbed at his dinner, glaring at her and his son. �Gods above, I haven�t even done anything yet and here I have to go to the Headmaster�s office. This bites,� Renee rolled her eyes.

�You know, I think he may hate two you more than he hates Harry,� Neville said, his nervous glance flicking from the Head Table to the American instigators.

�I would hope so. I�ve been irritating him for a few days now, doing my damnedest to piss him off. I love pissing him off. It�s a facinating hobby,� Renee grinned mischeviously.

"He just hates me in general," Stefan said quietly, so only those closest in proximity could hear.

�Well, don�t overdo it while you�re here. He can take house points and I don't think everyone in Gryffndor would be too happy with you,� Ron said.

�Yeah, well I have a way around that,� Renee said.

�How so?� Seamus asked.

�When it�s just the two of us, since he�s my sponsor, he can�t take any points,� Renee chuckled.

�He�s your sponsor?� Neville demanded.

"Let me know if you ever need a shoulder to cry on," Seamus said with a smile.

�I�d die,� Ginny shuddered.

�Nah, he�s actually fairly cool, if not a bit� Assholey,� Renee said decisively. �You know, in the way a dog is...dogish.�

�Oh, if you think he�s an asshole now, wait until class tomorrow,� Harry said, handing her a buttermilk biscut.
Renee smiled in thanks and looked over at Sarah, who was currently stealing strawberries from Zabini�s plate. �I think I�ll go and stir up some trouble. I�ll come back in a minute, okay Hermione?� Renee said, rising from the table.

Draco scowled when she approached. Wrapping her arms about Sarah and glancing over at Zabini, she kissed Sarah on the top of the head.

�Who�s this, Lex, dear?� Renee asked smoothly, straddling the bench and sitting without releasing her, bumping Draco out of the way with her hip. "He looks familar."

�Blaise Zabini, you�re Renee Tigris,� he confirmed.

�Guilty as charged, but don�t tell anyone,� Renee grinned.

"We met briefly in Madame Malkin's," Blaise said.

"Right, how could I forget," Renee smiled at him.

�Now who�s a flirt?� Sarah hissed under her breath. A little louder she added, �Stop being a cockblock, Cass.�

�What�s a cockblock?� Blaise asked, raising an eyebrow at Sarah.

Renee chuckled and rested her cheek on Sarah�s shoulder. �One who interrupts a flirting tirade for the soul purpose of pissing off said flirting induvidual,� Renee said.

�I see. And the purpose of being a cockblock?� Blaise asked.

�To piss off my Lex,� Renee grinned.

�Excuse me, but I am not your Lex,� Sarah snapped.

�Oh really? Who else calls you Lex? Name three people who call you Lex,� Renee said with a grin.

Sarah mulled over this for a moment and frowned, shrugging Renee off with a huff. �I�m still not yours,� she scowled.

�Yeah, yeah,� Renee said, wrapping her arms back around Sarah. �Whatever. You have to go to Dumbledore�s office too, right?� she asked Sarah.

Sarah nodded and smiled slightly. �We haven�t even done anything yet and we�re already ending up there,� Sarah sighed.

�That was my sentiment,� Renee said with a laugh. �You escorting her, Wombat?� Renee said elbowing Draco in the ribs.

�Like I have a choice?� Draco said bitterly.

�No, not really. Which makes it even more humorous,� Renee said, standing from the table and smiling at Blaise. �Pleased to meet you, hon. You can call me Renee. I�ll see you around,� Renee waved and turned to head back for the Gryffindor table.

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�So, what classes did you get tomorrow morning?� Renee pounced on Sarah the second they got off the moving staircase to Dumbledore�s office.

�Erk, Double Potions first off, then Charms, lunch, History of Magic and Care of Magical Creatures,� Sarah read off her schedule for the following day.

�We�ll have Potions and Care of Magical Creatures together,� Renee said as she compared her own. �I have History of Magic right after Potions and then Charms after lunch. Ooo, two classes in a row together! We have Flying Class together day after tomorrow right after Transfiguration with McGonagall! Yea! Something I don�t have to do! No flying for the Renee,� she danced about happily in the empty hallway.

"We have the same schedule," Stefan said as he took the schedule Renee thrust in his direction, comparing the two. "Wonderful."

�Well, that�s something at least,� Sarah said, flicking a glare at Stefan. �I still can�t believe that the Headmaster decided to put us with the seventh years,� she sighed.

�Not all seventh years are that bad, ya know,� Hermione smiled at the still dancing Renee.

�Present female company excluded, of course,� Renee said as she pulled Hermione into her impromptu jig.

�Miss Tigris, to your earlier exclamation, unfortunately, you do have to participate in Flying Class,� Professor Snape said sharply as he appeared at the base of the steps with Professor McGonagall. "As do you...Mr. Tobias...er...Stefan..."

Stefan nodded and pocketed his timetable. Renee sighed in defeat and turned around. �But-� she attempted, dropping Hermione's hand.

�No buts. If I hear so much as a peep from Madam Hooch about any insubordinate behavior on your behalf during her class, you and I will have words,� he scowled.

�Yes, sir,� Renee said meekly, turning away from the group. "I'm going to get going," Renee said, going down the hall.

"Do you want me to take you?" Hermione offered.

�Thanks, but I think I know the way, Mione. I�ll see you later,� Renee said, jogging away toward the staircases.

"Hey, wait up, Tigris," Stefan called, jogging briefly after her and they both walked off.

Professor Snape waited until they disappeared down the stairs to speak. �What�s going on, Miss Pishon? She did not argue, fight, talk back or respond with any of her normal venom,� he asked, his arms across his chest.

�Yes, she seemed quite�.subdued,� Professor McGonagall commented.

�Fear of heights. Not something you would have sympathized with. And you�re one to talk of venom, Professor. Every thing you say to her is dripping in sarcasm or irritation,� Sarah frowned.

�I am a teacher, Miss Pishon. I am allowed to be snarky,� Professor Snape replied.

�Whatever,� Sarah shrugged, dragging Draco towards the stairs. "Come on Wombat, I want to study.

"I'm not a wombat!" Draco objected as he was hauled away.

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Renee, Sarah and Stefan ran through the halls of the school, meeting up on the fourth floor staircase. �Running late,� Renee huffed, waiting for the staircase to stop moving before resuming her sprint.

�Me too,� Sarah said and the two women flew down the staircases.

�Okay, fuck this,� Stefan snapped.

�Bastard ass monkey motherfucking staircases,� Renee said, sitting on the banister and sliding down, pausing to wait for Sarah.

"Cool," Stefan smirked as he landed, pulling Renee towards the next banister.

�Come on, Lex!� Renee snapped, grabbing her friend�s hand as the three of them slid down the banister to reach the dungeon levels.

�Which way, which way?� Sarah though aloud.

�Uh, I�m supposed to know?� Renee shrugged.

"I have no clue!" Stefan said, looking down the corridors.

�Hey you guys! Glad to see we�re not the only ones running late,� Hermione smiled as she and Harry came down the steps.

�Come on, we can�t be late! Snape will skin us alive,� Harry said, grabbing Renee�s hand as Hermione grabbed Sarah�s. Renee halted and grabbed Stefan's hand and they all began a mad dash down the hall.

"We're screwed, we're screwed, we're fucked! We're going to be so late! Oh my god," Sarah moaned as they kept running.

"Think positively," Hermione said.

"I'm positive we're fucked," Stefan and Renee said in unison, grinning briefly at one another as they rounded a corner.

The five ran down the corridor, scooting into the classroom and dashing for their seats. Just as Sarah, Stefan, and Renee thunked down at their table, causing their ingredients to wobble ominously, the bell tolled and in burst Professor Snape in a dramatic billow of robes.

�Miss Pishon, Miss Tigris, Mr. Tobias; I will assume you have the capacity to follow basic instructions. As such, you three will be brewing the potion along with the rest of the class,� Professor Snape snapped as he whirled to face them.

Sarah, Stefan, and Renee exchanged a glance and in unison shrugged. �Yes, Professor,� they chorused.

�Now, the ingredients are in front of you and instructions are on the board.� At this he waved his wand toward the board, the instructions appeared in a scrawling script. �You have the entirety of the class period to accurately brew this potion. Begin!� Stefan moved off to be paired with Neville, much to the shock and fear of the boy.

�Now, what the heck is what?� Sarah whispered trying to read the tiny script on the labels.

�That clearly says �Urtica Dioica�, which is also known as Stinging Nettle. Those say: �Diospyros Virginiana�, �Vinca Minor�, �Delphinium Ajacus�, Zingber Officinale, �Carum Carvi�, �Ricinus Communes� and �Chelidonium Majus�. That means, in the same order: that is persimmon, periwinkle, larkspur, ginger, caraway, castor and celandine. All very common garden occupants. Be very careful with the castor and the celandine though. They are poisonous,� Renee said calmly.

�And how do you know this?� Sarah whispered.

�I�m a dork like that,� Renee shrugged, adding the second scoop of castor seeds.

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�Now, it says stir this twenty seven times in a clockwise direction and add fourteen periwinkle blossoms,� Sarah read from the board half an hour later. Renee nodded and began to stir, counting silently. �So far, so good,� Sarah smiled quietly.

Professor Snape swooped over to their desk and examined their work. Unable to find fault in it, he scowled. �Pay close attention to the next few steps, Miss Pishon, Miss Tigris. An error here could prove fatal,� he bit out, stalking away to Draco�s desk.

�An error here could prove fatal,� Renee mocked under her breath, snickering slightly. Professor Snape�s head snapped up and he glared at them as they carefully added the periwinkle blossoms. Once he had drifted across to the other side of the class room, Renee and Sarah breathed a little easier. �Gods above he�s a jerk,� Renee sighed in a whisper.

�Yeah. Anyway, now we have to wait seven minutes before adding the next ingredient,� Sarah said. Renee nodded and sat back, watching the simmering surface of the potion carefully.

�Everything seems to be going alright thus far,� Renee said with a half sigh.

�Miss Tigris, since you find it necessary to talk, perhaps you could tell me something about Olea Eurpaea?� Professor Snape smiled maliciously from his desk. Renee glanced at Sarah and grinned slightly, looking up at Snape with a poker face.

�Olea Eurpaea? Uh..... Oh, I remember! It is commonly known as the olive tree. Its element is Fire and it is a masculine plant. The oil of the olive tree was often used by the ancient peoples as lamps in temples and noble homes. Olives themselves come in a black tint and a green tint; the green olives deemed �martini olives� for their frequent use in said drink. When eaten, olives increase fertility as well as sexual potency. As a matter of fact, Athenian brides of the Roman age used to bear crowns of olive leaves to insure their fertility. When worn olive leaves bring luck as well as guard against evil in the home when hung over the door. Olive oil has long been used as an anointing oil to aid in healing as well as a base in many diffusions. It also has innumerable culinary uses.� Renee folded her hands primly on top of her desk and smiled innocently at him, her gaze flicking to the cauldron when the last of the sand drained from the timer. Professor Snape gave no reply, his eye twitching slightly as he began to sort through several scrolls on his desk.

�Time to add the ginger!� Sarah said, measuring out two spoonfuls of the powdered ginger into the cauldron.

�So, what do we add after that?� Renee asked, stirring it the required seventeen times as she ignored the dark look Professor Snape was aiming at her. The rest of the class continued with several interruptions including; an exploding purple goop from Crabbe and Goyle, Longbottom wearing a bottle of blueberry juice, Renee's cellphone alarm going off in the middle of class-earning her a night of detention, and several Slytherins boiling their potions over onto the desks as well as Stefan and Neville managing to create something that began to sing burlesque tunes loudly.

Just as Professor Snape thought he had dealt with all he could handle that morning, he found he was mistaken. As the students finished scrubbing out their cauldrons he was gathering the unused ingredients.

�You witless wombat of a wizard!� Sarah bellowed, her voice echoing profoundly against the stone walls. �How could you be such a dipshit that you spill the entire thing?� Sarah demanded, now dripping in snail slime. �I mean, come on, Draco! You didn�t need to spill snail slime on me!�

Draco looked up at his head of house as he stood over the two of them. �Miss Pishon, Mr. Malfoy, it looks as though Miss Tigris will not be unaccompanied in her detention this evening. You two as well will be attempting to rebrew the potion that was today�s assignment,� Professor Snape snapped.

�Yes, Professor,� they said in unison, each glaring at the other out of the corner of their eye.

�You two will be here at seven o�clock sharp, and if you fail to appear on time you will be spending every evening with me for the rest of the month. Do I make myself perfectly clear?� he demanded, leaning in on the pair.

�Yes sir,� they again responded in time.

�Wonderful. Five points from each of you for your utter lack of self control. Miss Pishon with your verbal abuse, Mr. Malfoy with your sheer lack of discretion. Now,� here he turned to the class. �All of you get out!�

�But there�s still an hour of class left, Professor,� Hermione said timidly.

�OUT NOW!� Professor Snape bellowed in a rare display of rage. The students flew as one to the door, shoving out as quickly as the small entrance and large mass of bodies would allow. Draco and Sarah remained behind, still stuffing their belongings into their bags.

Renee waited for them at the doorway, waving to Professor Snape as Stefan joined them and the four headed off down the corridor together.

Cass here!
I've borrowed a few ideas and sentences from the first book to complete this scene more true to what it would be. Again, all characters and such are from the Harry Potter books and are property of J.K. and her companions in the industry. We will not make profit off of this and are making no attempt to do so with our writings. Now, if only we could get this stuff to stop coming true!
Love and hugs and all that jazz!
Cass

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